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Rating: I can easily see myself in 1982 walking home with the latest SST record under my arm, quickly stepping with the seams of my Vans about to give way. The record on the turntable, eyes on the cover. A child playing; green background: unusual for a Hardcore record. No promise of intent.
Meat Puppets from Phoenix: Rural Hardcore that only lacks a banjo player with a straw stuck between his teeth. One foot on tradition, the other on Californian fury. Once both are crushed and shattered, their puzzle begins.
With a Les Paul, a Fender Twin, and a voice that seems to sing with a dead rat in the throat, Curt Kirkwood - perpetually on acid - pushes the boundaries of what can be done with music, towards a sound as surreal as it is paradoxical, as ungraceful as it is refined.
Forget about “Meat Puppets II” or “Huevos”. This first and self-titled “Meat Puppets” resides in another galaxy, cartoonish with pastel colors, made of psychedelic trips. Like a Neil Young on speed.
The Kirkwoods came from the west side of Phoenix and smoked weed excessively and painted strange paintings and practiced all day. Outside, it was so hot that you had to stay indoors. They had nothing else to do but read comics, take bong hits one after another, and play music.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
01 Reward (01:11)
We played for you and you did not dance
we wailed and you did not listen
and John came neither eating nor drinking
and you said he is possessed by a demon
the son of man came eating and drinking
and you said he is a friend of tax collectors
but what can I say about you?
You are like children in the marketplace
Shouting to your playmates
he who receives a prophet because he is a
prophet will receive the prophets reward
he who receives a righteous man because he is a
righteous man will receive a righteous man's reward
(a year's subscription to Superman Comics)
08 Tumblin' Tumbleweeds (02:02)
I keep rolling along
Deep in my heart is a song
Here on the ranch I belong
Driftin' along with the tumblin' tumbleweeds
Cares of the past are behind
Know where they're gone, but I'm fine
Just where the trailer will whine
Driftin' along with the tumblin' tumbleweeds
I know when night is gone
That I knew ???
I keep rolling along
Deep in my heart is a song
Here on the ranch I belong
Driftin' along with the tumblin' tumbleweeds
I keep rolling along
Deep in my heart is a song
Here on the ranch I belong
Driftin' along with the tumblin' tumbleweeds
See them tumblin' down
13 Electromud (00:46)
It's the only dance there is
You'll be judged when you're through
This is a dance contest
This is a marathon
Do the electromud
You've got no choice
Sensitize your body
Do the electromud
Come on don't you doubt us
We're all much too ignorant
If you've gotta go to the bathroom
Then go for christ's sake
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